Africa Awakes.
Early morning: a mist enshrouded scene.
The coughing of a lion: Surrealistic dream.
Far in the distance, a frantic scream.
The neat feet of the dainty gazelle,
A blur as she flees, who can tell
Which predator stalks the one who fell.
Irene C S ClarkHogg
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